Dear diary,
He wrote me a song. All for me.
--
the questions are twirling in my head
like a hurricane of darkness invading my bed
the emptiness grows inside me
suffocating this putrid empty shell that I’ve become
sobbin’ in the shadows
cuddled in my corner
rockin back and forth
back and forth
back and fooooooooorth
the plasticity of this knife
burns against my skin and brings me bittersweet deliverance
the cruel laughters of the non-emo-people-who-look-down-upon-us-and-t
Can’t anyone hear my silent scream?
Can’t anyone see me fall in this BLACK abyss?
Can’t anyone catch me and hold me….?
sobbin’ in the shadows
cuddled in my corner
rockin back and forth
back and forth
back and……silent ending
--
I can't believe it. That something so beautiful and pure is dedicated to me. A dirty, filthy shell of what people think I am. The fact that he dedicated it and sang it to me burns more then the heat of a thousand sun burns all in the same spot. What have I ever done to deserve such a kind and caring soul? He must be blind. He can't see the true monster of doom that lies beneath this pale, jaded soul.
I hope I won't taint him with my ugliness. I... I have to sit in the tub of freezing cold water till my lips to blue to remind myself of how I don't deserve to ever see the daylight ever again.
He wrote me a song. All for me.
--
the questions are twirling in my head
like a hurricane of darkness invading my bed
the emptiness grows inside me
suffocating this putrid empty shell that I’ve become
sobbin’ in the shadows
cuddled in my corner
rockin back and forth
back and forth
back and fooooooooorth
the plasticity of this knife
burns against my skin and brings me bittersweet deliverance
the cruel laughters of the non-emo-people-who-look-down-upon-us-and-t
Can’t anyone hear my silent scream?
Can’t anyone see me fall in this BLACK abyss?
Can’t anyone catch me and hold me….?
sobbin’ in the shadows
cuddled in my corner
rockin back and forth
back and forth
back and……silent ending
--
I can't believe it. That something so beautiful and pure is dedicated to me. A dirty, filthy shell of what people think I am. The fact that he dedicated it and sang it to me burns more then the heat of a thousand sun burns all in the same spot. What have I ever done to deserve such a kind and caring soul? He must be blind. He can't see the true monster of doom that lies beneath this pale, jaded soul.
I hope I won't taint him with my ugliness. I... I have to sit in the tub of freezing cold water till my lips to blue to remind myself of how I don't deserve to ever see the daylight ever again.